Chapter 3: Seven
-
First class there was no other proper way to fly. Lucy still felt invigorated from her flight from O’Hare to LaGuardia. She and her former alien servant were treated to free drinks, warm damp towels for their faces and a decent in flight snack or mini meal. Lucy was even given an eye mask to wear when she took a small siesta.
Now that the flight is over they have to grab their luggage and seek out the driver that Jay Vorst had sent for them. Her Jaybird had left Chicago a few days early and found a perfect suite for them in one of the finest hotels in the city.
“I always love to fly,” Lucy said as she and Ch’rell stood in front of the conveyer belt that had everyone’s luggage on it. “Better than long car trips. I would like to try and travel by ship across the seas. There will still be the ocean.”
“Yes mom,” Ch’rell was in Robert mode, speaking on the phone to his mother. “The flight was wonderful. I actually got bumped up to first class.” He paused for a few minutes. “Yes I will take a lot of pictures and I know our pizza is better than theirs.” There was another pause. “I will be fine mom, I have my cards. I’ll call you again later.”
“How is mommy dear?” Lucy asked when she was certain Ch’rell was finished with the call.
“Annoying,” he scowled as he hung up. “She has to call me every day, and when she isn’t calling she has to see me.”
“Oh sweetie you have to see things on her end, “ Lucy said as she sought out their bags. “Her baby boy was in a coma for a few years. She was almost at the point where she thought you were dead.”
“Her son is dead. I am just taking over the body, permanently.” His scowl faded and was replaced by a look of anguish. He grabbed the sides of his head and closed his eyes.
“Another one,” Lucy hissed out.
“My fifth birthday party,” Ch’rell said as he blinked. “It was cowboy themed. Mom set up a lasso game where we followed our rope to see what was lassoed in. We all got a prize. My best friends were there, and I got to wear a big ole cowboy hat.” He closed his eyes and rubbed the side of his head. “It wasn’t mine it was his.”
“Those memories are all his,” Lucy said. That damn brain of the former host. The spirit was gone but the memories were still there and they were resurging. “You are not him.” She grabbed his hand. “You can do whatever you want to here. Once we are finished here.” She grabbed one of her two suitcases that she brought.
“Back in this city,” Ch’rell said as a smile formed on his face. “My empire is still here as are my enemies. They will all pay with my return to power.”
“Our return to power,” Lucy corrected. She grabbed her second bag. “Well actually it will be my rise to power and your return to power, but we will both have power.”
“New York is where it all starts,” Ch’rell said. He grabbed the large suitcase that contained his things.
“This is where the bell is located,” Lucy said. “I need three items. I already have the book and the ring. My Jay bird is searching for the bell. This is also where the four have run and I have already sent the seven to feed, even if it is just a little bit it will be enough.”
-
Karai stared at the clock in her office. According to the position of the hands it was the proper time for her meeting with Chaplin. He was going to be late if he didn’t step inside right this instant. She glanced at her watch. According to it he was a minute late.
This was not like the scientist. Chaplin was never late. He was always early when he was supposed to be at a certain place and he would be a half hour early if he had a major breakthrough. While that was not the case today, he was just going over some notes to speak about his progress. Karai was a bit worried. Her best scientist might not be feeling well or maybe there was something in his personal life, a relative could be ill and it was causing him to worry. Whatever the case Karai would hope that he would be open with her about the situation.
Doctor Chaplin came in a few minutes later with a large smile on his face. That was not unusual for him. What was unusual was the fact he wasn’t wearing his glasses. He was carrying a bright green folder and his hair seemed combed back and slick.
“Did you lose your glasses?” Karai asked. That might explain his tardiness if he had misplaced his glasses then he could have been trying to look for them, or he might have had a hard time making it to her office.
“Don’t need them,” Chaplin said as he held out the folder to her. “I’m wearing contacts.”
“It is a good look for you,” Karai said as she opened the folder and looked through the notes. All the projects were on schedule.
“I’m glad you like it,” Chaplin said. “I chose a green folder to match your eyes. You have pretty green eyes.”
“Thank you,” Karai said, not staring up from the folder.
“I always liked looking at your eyes,” Chaplin said in a breathy tone. He was close to Karai, standing too close to her. She could smell his aftershave.
“Now is not an appropriate time,” Karai said as she took a step back.
“When will be appropriate time?” He took a step towards her.
“What is wrong with you? You are not acting like yourself.”
“Exactly,” Chaplin smirked. “Acting like myself has not been beneficial. This is the new bolder me.” He reached for her wrist.
Karai jumped back. “Return to your lab, that is an order.”
“Not without you,” Chaplin said as he launched himself towards her.
Karai stepped back, but Chaplin continued in his assault. He grabbed her by the arm and she fended him off with a single kick.
“I want you,” Chaplin growled out
in a tone of voice that frightened Karai. It was more frightening than the
lecherous gleam in his eyes. “I will have you.”
He slipped behind her and grabbed her by the shoulders. Before Karai could even
blink. He pushed her down chest and stomach first onto her desk.
“What is wrong with you?” Karai asked as she tried to kick back but missed. She felt his hand grab onto the hem of her skirt. “Stop it.” She kicked back again and felt her foot strike against something.
Chaplin slipped back, allowing Karai to slip away from him. She stepped back away from him.
“Who did this to you?” She asked. She knew that he was under some kind of spell.
“No one,” Chaplin said and lunged for her again.
A wooden cane blocked his path, making the scientist trip and fall to the ground. Remiel struck out with his hand and hit the scientist just right on the back of his head. Chaplin went down with his eyes closed and slowly breathed.
“Sorry about that,” Remiel said as he saw who he had attacked. “He should be awake within an hour.”
“You do not need to apologize,” Karai said as she stared at Chaplin. “You were only doing your job.” Her scientist did not look like the perverted creep he was a few seconds ago, but the sweet optimistic man that he always was.
“What happened to him?” Remiel asked.
“I do not know. He suddenly started to act like someone completely different.”
Remiel was quiet for a few seconds. He appeared to have been in deep thought. “The jewel. Is it still locked up in your secret room at top of the tower?”
“No,” Karai said. She knew what he was getting at. Her best scientist could have been possessed. “I brought it down here like you asked.” She opened the drawer to her desk and removed a jewelry box that was wrapped in dark blue velvet.
“Put it on and look,” Remiel said.
Karai did not need to be told twice. She slipped on the necklace and turned to where Chaplin was. She not only saw her friend but she also saw a ghostly transparent form of a pink woman covering him.
“What do you see?”
“A female demon is covering him,” Karai answered. She scowled. This thing had taken over her employee and friend and tried to get him to rape her.
Her protector nodded. “I have to go to the agency. My boss says she has something that will help Doctor Chaplin. I need you to get to your sanctuary and lock yourself in. I’m not ordering you. I’m just asking you.”
“I know,” Karai said. “Unfortunately Dr. Chaplin knows how to get inside and has a key. I will alert security to tell them to keep an eye on him.”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Remiel said as he ran out of the office.
-
Urielle was wringing her fingers as she sat in Charlotte’s office with Gabby and Remmy. She wasn’t sure when was the last time she had done such a motion out of stress. Usually when she felt this way she would grab a pen and a notepad and begin jotting down what she exactly felt. It helped her get over her anxiety and later on when she read through the notes she could find another poem.
She did not have a pen or a notepad with her today and she felt like it would be in poor taste to have it, especially after she had fled the turtles’ lair so she could help save Mikey. The young turtle would not stop eating. He had already gone through every bag of chips and boxes of cereal in the pantry and he was gorging on the contents of the refrigerator when his brothers subdued him and dragged him to a clear confinement prison.
“I’m hungry,” Mikey had whined. “I’m so hungry.” He had started to lick the glass from the inside.
“If you keep eating you will explode,” Donny had told him. “This is for your own good.”
“At least we know he aint been altered by alien goo again,” Raph said. “Keep talking bro.”
“But I’m hungry,” Mikey’s voice took on a growl. “Let me out of here.” He had started to pound on the glass when Urielle ran out of the lair.
Charlotte approached her desk carrying a towel-covered tray. “I knew this day was going to come. I just didn’t know it would be today. I knew it would have been soon since the four have ridden.”
“They came only to retrieve one of their former members,” Gabby said. “They didn’t ride against the night.”
Charlotte sighed. “I wish it were that simple. As long as they make an appearance together is what counts and the seven have already started to feed.”
“May I ask what all this cryptic messages are about?” Remmy asked.
“Doomsday,” Charlotte said. “And it’s going to start right here. The four shall ride and the seven shall feed. The dark mistress shall revive a destroyer of worlds. By the word of a book, the blood on her finger and the sound of the bell it shall start, and by the second ring she shall be queen.”
“Is there any way we can stop it?” Urielle asked.
Charlotte smiled weakly. “There is always the counter. Twenty turtles shall appear and give the allied forces the light. Four by four and one four has no why. One follows the daughter of a tyrant, one comes from a time that has yet to be, one is a leader of dragons. The last has been with us all along.”
“Twenty turtles?” Urielle repeated.
“The one who follows the daughter of a tyrant is named Tokka,” Remmy said. “He works for my client.”
“And my client is the leader of the Purple Dragons,” Gabby said.
Urielle thought of the turtles that she knew. “Mace, he comes from the future. Still don’t know about the twentieth turtle or the four by four part.”
“Hopefully we will figure it out,” Charlotte said. “There is more. Seven shall fall by the wearers of virtue. The heroes return the gift back to their savior. The being of light shall take on the dark and that is it.”
“Ow,” Remmy rubbed his head. “A lot to figure out.”
“I know,” their boss said. “Until then here are the items that will help your currant situation.” She pulled back the towel to reveal seven small objects. All seven were made out of a polished white metal that shone with a beautiful gleam.
“What are those?” Gabby asked as she inspected each one with her eyes.
“The items of virtue,” Charlotte explained. “I believe they also will have something to do with the wearers of virtue. Gabby, what is your situation?”
“One of the Dragons started to act strange,” Gabby explained. “Usually after a heist the drop off all of the items together in a storage room and my client divides it up. Usually he keeps it in storage to sell. This one guy confiscated all the stuff and claimed it for himself. He threatened to shoot anyone who came near his stash.
“He is still unharmed?” Charlotte asked in a concerned tone. “If they are killed while still under control of the sin then the sin will go to the next person.”
“I convinced my client to use the mirror,” Gabby said. “After we both saw the demon inside he agreed not to try and kill his gang member.”
“I want you to take this,” Charlotte said as she selected the object that was in shape of a small box with a slot on it. It reminded Urielle of the donation boxes that were next to registers at a lot of stores. “This is the box of Charity. Convince the victim to put a coin in the slot and the sin shall leave him.” She turned to Remmy. “What happened with you?”
“Doctor Chaplin tried to rape my client,” Remmy answered.
“Take this one,” Charlotte held out a ring. “The ring of Chastity. Convince Dr Chaplin to put it on his finger. Now, Urielle.”
“One of my client’s friends won’t stop eating,” Urielle said. She knew what Charlotte meant by sin and knew that poor Mikey was a victim of gluttony.
“This one is for you,” Charlotte handed her a small goblet. “The goblet of Temperance also known as self control. Fill it with water and have your friend drink from it.”
“Thank you,” Urielle said as she accepted the goblet.
“That is three that we know of,” Charlotte said as she picked up an item that resembled a small hand held mirror. “We still have to find the hosts for the other four.”
“You will find them,” Urielle said. Her boss had yet to let them down. “And I will treat you to a sundae.” She waited until Charlotte gave her a smile and thanked her before she left the office.
-
“How is he?” Urielle asked once she had reached the turtles’ lair.
“Still the same,” Leo said. He was the one who let her in.
“You mean he’s actually worse,” Raph said. “He’s trying to eat the cage.” He pointed to the glass confinement cell. Mikey was not only licking at the glass but he was also trying to bite at it. The shape of the cell, plus the turtle’s snout and beak made it next to impossible for Mikey to even graze the glass with his teeth.
“He won’t be able to break through,” Don said as he stared at his younger brother. “I wasn’t able to when I was a monster.”
“We know he is hungry,” Urielle said. “How is his thirst?”
Mace shrugged. He approached the cell and tapped on it. “Hey Mike, are you thirsty?”
“Hungry,” Mikey growled. “Hungry.” He pounded on the glass with his fists.
“Uh-huh,” Mace said as he took a step back. “I have no idea if he is or not.”
“I need to get him to drink from this,” Urielle said as she held up the goblet Charlotte had given her.
“I can get you some water,” Splinter said. He did not remove his gaze from his son.
“The trick is trying to get him to drink,” Donny said as he furrowed his brow.
“I know how to get him nice and thirsty,” Raph said. His tone of voice had a hint of mischief in it. He ran towards the kitchen and nearly bumped into Splinter who had a glass of water.
“Careful, Raphael,” Splinter called after him. “I have the water.”
“Don’t need a whole lot,” Urielle said as she accepted the glass. She used it to nearly fill the goblet. “Raph says he can make Mikey drink.”
“I wonder what he is up to.” Leo frowned at the kitchen.
Raph came out of the kitchen and dining area a few minutes later with a sandwich on a plate. “Oh Mikey, want a nice a sammich?”
“Food,” Mikey’s pummeling of the glass increased. “Give it to me. I’m hungry.”
“Make sure you eat every last bite,” Raph said. He chuckled as he slid the plate into a small door at the bottom of the cell.
“Food,” Mikey gasped and nearly inhaled the sandwich, barely leaving any crumbs behind and staining his mouth red with the sauce Raph had used. Not even a second went by when his eyes grew watery and widened. He grabbed his throat. “Water.”
“Here you go buddy,” Urielle said as she held the goblet through the small door in an angle that would allow it to pass through without spilling much.
Mikey snatched the goblet and downed the contents in a single gulp. “More,” he gasped. Suddenly he grabbed his stomach and closed his eyes. A look of discomfort spread across his face. He cried out in pain as a large yellow ghostly cloud flew up from him and disappeared.
“What was in that sandwich?” Leo addressed his brother in an accusing tone.
“Turkey,” Raph said. “There was also some cheddar and a good load of extra hot Tabasco sauce.” His smile turned into a frown. “Hey it worked didn’t it? So get off my shell.”
“Splinter?” Mikey groaned out. “Father? Daddy?”
“I am here my son,” Splinter sat down next to the cell.
“My stomach hurts,” Mikey cried. “And I think I’m going to throw up.”
“Donatello,” Splinter ordered as he opened the door to the cell. “Get your brother the bottle of the pink stuff.”
Urielle let out a sigh of relief. The sigh didn’t last long when her cell went off. April was calling her.
“Urielle?” April sounded frantic.
“April?” Urielle asked. “Is something wrong?”
“It’s Casey,” April said. “He won’t move from the couch. He just lies there. He’s been like this for three days and he says he isn’t sick.”
“I’ll be right over,” Urielle said. She was going to have to stop by the agency and get the item of Virtue that will help in this situation.
-
Gabby felt a little confident as she was about to head into Hun’s office. She had just returned from the agency with the seventh item of virtue in her pocket. She was certain the seventh sin would strike someone in the Purple Dragons. Two of them had struck the Foot tower and three had gone after Urielle’s friends. Charlotte believed the sins not only wanted to feed, but they also want to keep the agency and three teams that were certain to fight on the same side occupied.
She had learned from her coworkers how the others were able to over come the control of the sins. Karai had to merely ask for doctor Chaplin’s hand in marriage for him to put the ring on himself. She was also able to convince one of her mutants to not be envious of the features the other mutants had by accepting what he was given when he glanced into the mirror of Satisfaction.
Urielle had said that Raph had tricked Mikey into eating something hot and spicy thus prompting him to want something to drink and eagerly accepted the goblet. When Casey was taken over by sloth April had cleared every form of reading material from the coffee table next to the couch her husband was lying on. She had placed the hammer of Diligence on it and a very real looking toy spider on the wall. All April had to do was scream spider and Casey shot up, grabbed the hammer and used it to smack the fake off the wall.
They got the Purple Dragon known as Skip to get over his greed by telling anyone who placed a penny in the box of Charity that they would receive a thousand bucks. Skip was about to put a handful of pennies into the box, but only one was needed for Greed to leave him.
Now according to Urielle poor Raph was under the influence of Wrath and she had to make it back with the medallion of Patience to get his anger under control and the sin to leave his body.
That left the seventh sin, Pride and the seventh item of virtue: the badge of Humility.
“You may come in,” Hun said from inside.
“We have almost eliminated the recent problem,” Gabby said as she entered. “That still leaves us with the problem that they have already fed. I asked Charlotte and she said that we-“ She paused when she saw her client was topless and was trying to affix what looked like a back brush to his shell.
“Give me a hand,” Hun ordered.
“What did you need help with?”
“I need to get my shell polished,” Hun explained. “I can’t quite reach all of it.”
“No problem, just turn around.”
Hun turned around and Gabby ran the special wand with a buff over his shell. She had noticed that his was different from the other turtles. The structure was the same with geometrical shaped scutes that fit nicely together but the coloring was different. Instead of light green his was more of a mustard color.
“There,” Gabby said when she was able to get a good reflective gleam of the carapace. “I can see my face.”
“Perfect,” her client said as he studied his reflection in the glass windows. That was odd. “I am a prime member of my species.”
“I’m glad to see you have overcome your problem.”
“Problem?” The voice came out in a growl. “I don’t have any problems.” He shoved past her out the door.
“Where are you going?” Gabby asked
“To find my brethren,” Hun said as he placed his hand on the door. “Don’t try to follow. I don’t need this meeting mucked up by a human.”
“Are you feeling all right?” Gabby asked. While she had no problem with her client getting over his anger and self loathing about being a mutant she had not expected it to be so quick, nor for him to form contempt at his former species.
“I feel fantastic.” He walked out.
Gabby took a step to the door and paused. He had ordered her to not follow him, but he was acting odd. Could the seventh sin have befallen him? He certainly was acting proud of being a turtle.
“Sorry sir but I have two higher orders than yours.” She ran after him.
She had a good idea of where he was going and didn’t need to ask anyone. A few Dragons had noted that their boss was acting a bit off. The only person she needed to talk too was Urielle and hoped she was with the turtles.
“Please pick up,” Gabby said once she was outside of the building. She tracked down the nearest manhole and yup, the edges have been broken, making the hole wider than it originally was.
“Gabby?” Urielle asked. She sounded exhausted and for a good reason. The poor girl was running back and forth all day.
“My client is in the sewers,” Gabby said as she climbed down the ladder, cradling her phone between her faced and shoulder. “He’s trying to find his brethren.”
“Great,” Urielle groaned. “I’ll let them know. We just got Raph cured.”
“Thanks,” Gabby said. “And good job.” She jumped down from the last rung and looked around. Where would Hun go? How as he able to move so fast? She didn’t think he was running around on all fours down here. That was just perfect. She lost her client.
She had to try something. She ignored the various odors that had surrounded her and inhaled deeply. She closed her eyes and gathered all of her energy, including what she was given by Charlotte and tried to hone in on Hun.
Left The voice came in the form of a whisper.
Then left was where she was going to go. She ran down in that direction and only went down different paths when she felt it was the right way. She had to find her client, confirm that he was indeed a host to pride and then cure him.
She had run around the sewers searching for her client for hours. She was tired and out of breath but she had to press on. She had to find Hun before he got hurt or did something stupid or both.
She paused when she noticed a large figure in the shadows. He had the same frame as her client. “Sir?” She called out.
“Hello?” The voice belonged to her boss.
“Oh good,” Gabby let out a sigh of relief. “I know you didn’t want me to follow after you but I had to.”
“You were following me?” Hun asked as he stepped into the light. It was not her client. This turtle while muscular and spiky was also silver with a dark blue shell. His hair was black and messy.
“No,” Gabby gasped. “You’re his clone.”
“He’s not alone,” the voice belonged to Leonardo.
“Oh,” Gabby tried to sound happy to see them. She had no hatred for them and they knew she wasn’t bad and they were good friends with Urielle.
“I know these sewers can be confusing,” Donatello appeared. “We’ll try and help you find him.”
“Thank you,” Gabby said. “I know you are not fond of my client but you are all mentioned in a prophecy. Twenty turtles to save the world.”
“Twenty?” the clone asked. “I bet this is why I was sent back.”
“Prophecy,” Leo frowned. “What kind of prophecy?”
“I’ll let you know when we find my client and cure him,” Gabby said. “We will let you all know.”
“I have a question,” Donny spoke up. “Does he have his phone with him?”
“I hadn’t tried,” Gabby said as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. “That and he doesn’t want to speak to me. He acted like he didn’t want to associate with humans anymore. He just wants to find you.”
“And you found us,” Donny said.
“I did,” Gabby smiled when it dawned on her. “I’ll call him and let him know I found you and we can try to find a way to meet up.”
“Don’t bother,” the clone said, although now his voice was harsher. “I was able to track them down myself.”
“Hun?” Leo asked.
“Right behind you,” Hun said. The former human was indeed standing behind them. “I told my servant not to follow me, except like most humans she doesn’t know how to follow orders. I believe it’s because she has a crush.” He flexed his arms. “Can’t blame her. What female doesn’t want a piece of this, except I don’t bed with human freaks. I only go after females of the superior species, my species.”
The other three turtles just stared at each other. The young clone scratched the top of his head in confusion.
“Should we be flattered?” Donny asked.
“How did you find us?” Leo asked.
“This time I followed my nose,” Hun said as he tapped his snout. “I couldn’t smell any of you for a while but I knew I was close when I was able to sniff you out.” He stared at Gabby with a look of pure pity. “Poor thing has to use technology. Her and her kind lack our reptilian senses.”
“You found us,” the clone said. “My name is Mace Croft. I’m your genetic clone.”
“Oh,” Hun smiled. “I remember you from when we were fighting those cultists. No wonder you are the best looking of those three, though not as good looking as me.”
“I wasn’t following,” Gabby said. She had to think of a way to get Hun to put on the badge. “I was trying to find the others for you.”
“As you can see I didn’t need any of it,” Hun said.
“Well there was a second reason,” Gabby said. The badge had to represent something that would appeal to Hun. He felt that not only his species was superior, but he was the most superior of the turtles. At least that was the vibe she got.
“And that would be?”
“I was doing an errand for Urielle. She asked me to pick up Leo’s badge. It was getting crusty and needed to be cleaned and polished.”
“My badge?” Leo asked.
“You don’t remember which one?” Gabby asked as she stared into the turtle leader’s eyes. “I know you have so many of them.” She pulled the badge from her pocket and handed it over to him.
“Oh,” Leo blinked. “I remember now. It’s my badge of leadership. I wasn’t sure if it was that one or my stealth badge or my katana skills badge.” He accepted the badge from her hand.
“I can’t believe you forgot,” Donny said. He had smacked the side of his head. “You just got it the other day. Only the strongest and best turtle should be the leader of us.”
“You are right,” Hun said. “Only the strongest and best should lead our kind.” He snatched the badge out of Leo’s hand. “That would be me.” He pinned it on his belt. He stood with his chest puffed out and a large grin on his face. The grin faded a few seconds later and he grabbed his head. “No.” His voice was painful as he fell on his knees.
A purple ghostly figure shot up from him. Her lovely eyes glared at them. “Crow all you want, but your victory shall be short. We have already have fed.” She vanished.
“They’ve fed,” Mace said in an alarmed tone. “That can’t be good.”
“It isn’t,” Gabby said. She was kneeling next to her client. “Sir?” She ran her fingers on the top of his hand. “Hun?”
Hun sat up and slowly opened his eyes. “What did I say? What was I saying?” He grabbed his head. “I didn’t mean it.”
“I know,” Gabby said softly.
“I never meant those words,” Hun said as he stared into Gabby’s eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you. You mean a lot to me.” He stood up and replaced a sympathetic smile with a snarl as he stared at the other turtles. “I would never consider freaks like you, freaks like us superior. I hate being a disgusting reptile, and you,” He pointed at Mace. “You remind me even more of the abomination that I have become.”
“Let’s get you out of these sewers,” Gabby said as she grabbed her client’s hand.
“Yes,” Hun agreed.
Gabby glanced over her shoulder as they walked away. Mace looked crestfallen at what Hun had told him, the poor guy. Gabby wanted to bake him a dozen cupcakes to help him feel better. Hopefully Leo and his brothers will cheer up the poor kid. One thing that Gabby did know for certain was that she was going to have to talk about the prophesy with the others.
-
Lucy breathed in deep as she sipped her rich amaretto coffee. Things were going according to plan. Pride had recently returned and mentioned she had recently fed. She was the last of the seven. There was the small problem of opposition having the seven items of virtue, but she didn’t care. She had her small armies preparing for battle. Jay had mentioned he was getting close to finding the bell.
And then there was her champion. Ch’rell was sitting in the lotus position with his arms spread out and his eyes closed. He preferred to meditate at least once a day and he drank green tea in a Japanese style cup. He had spent a thousand years in Japan and before that who knows how long in space as he spread destruction to various planets, oh the stories he could tell and Lucy wanted to hear all of them.
Ch’rell had done well with that body. While Lucy sped up the recovery of his atrophied muscles he took care of the rest by eating well, exorcising and spending a decent time out side. His once frail body was now toned with fine sculpted muscles. He even had noticeable abs on his stomach. Stringy dishwater blond hair was now thicker and a tint lighter thanks to exposure to the sun. The same exposure that gave his once deathly pale skin a healthy glow. That human body was indeed attractive.
Lucy stood up when she heard a knock at the door. “Someone forgot a key.” She had divided her servants into teams and each team would have at least one key to the suite. “I’m coming.”
The person behind the door was not a servant. She was a young woman with dark hair and pale blue eyes. She was dressed casually in a button down purple blouse, brown leather shoes and light blue jeans. Her forehead was covered in a purple headband.
“Hello Lucy,” the woman said.
“Hello Charlotte.”
-